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Bed Room Gloom
-Bed Room Gloom-
Once upon a lonely hour, in my dire time of need,
Just needed a friend to talk to, and a shoulder on to lean.
In that lowly hour of passion, my heart turned from ash to soot,
I turned around to face the door, I could not bare a second look.
I could hear her shrieking loudly, the sky crashed down from up above,
To think the nerve of my best friend, to be in bed with my dear love.
All I loved, and all I trusted, washed away in tears of pain,
All the years of love I relished, on the mattress leaves a stain,
On my heart and on my brain.
No more tears of pain I'm crying,
No more pain I feel within,
Because my love has finished frying,
In my soul, under my skin.